Caretaker for disabled bhabhi - Indian Sex Stories

Hi all, My name is Sonu. I am a 20-year-old college student. I live in Pune with my older brother Raj, age 27, and his wife Sheetal, age 26. My parents died when we were young. Bhaiya had to bear all the hardships, getting a job while studying and taking the role of my parents. He made sure I never felt the loss of my parents and took care of all expenses and needs.

Bhaiya was not just my older brother, he was my whole world. He was my father and mother and if there was a God, he would be in the image of bhaiya.

When Bhaiya was 25, my relatives found a match for him. Then he got married to Bhabhi. Bhabhi was very fair. She was 5 feet 9 inches tall, which is a good match for bhaiya’s 6 feet 3 inches. She was well-built and homely. And she had motherly looks just like those bhabhis you see in the Indian serials.

As for me, I got the short end of the genetic stick and stand at a measly 5 feet 2 inches with a frail physique compared to bhaiya’s tall and well-toned build. To my embarrassment, those who didn’t know us would think I was their child and both of them towered over me.

Bhabhi coming into our house was a gift from the Gods. She had a calm but jovial light-hearted personality that brightened up the house and more importantly, gave bhaiya a life partner who allowed him to slow down and smile without always feeling like he had to be the older brother with nothing in life except responsibilities.

He started enjoying life once again with a future to look forward to. Not long after the marriage, bhabhi became pregnant and had a son. Motherhood had a big effect on bhabhi. Her physique changed drastically and it was obvious to anyone that her figure had completely changed. From what looked like 36c before pregnancy, she had grown to about 36dd, primarily due to her lactating.

We were all overjoyed with the addition of another life into our home which after a long time felt like a full home again. My brother was overjoyed at becoming a father and things couldn’t be any better for him. Unfortunately, his happiness was short-lived as he was notified by his company that he would have to relocate to Dubai for his work.

He did not want to go or uproot his wife from her hometown, especially now that she had become a new mother. So he decided yet again to sacrifice his happiness and move to Dubai alone so as not to cause any disruption in our lives.

Bhaiya told me that he was leaving bhabhi and his son in my care and that now was my time to ensure that they were well cared for and lacked nothing in his absence. He said he trusted me to look after them and I promised him I would do my best to care for them.

So, it was finally my time to grow up and in some little way pay back for all the hardships he had endured in raising me. Little did I know at the time the tragedy that would soon happen to us and change everything.

A couple of weeks after bhaiya left, bhabhi also made plans to visit her aged parents as they were unable to travel for health reasons. One day, I received a call from Bhabhi’s father informing me that bhabhi had gotten into an accident and was in serious condition. My heart collapsed upon hearing this and for a moment, I was paralyzed, not knowing what to say or do next.

Then I remembered my promise to Bhaiya, got a hold of myself, and immediately told him, I was coming to the hospital. When I arrived there, bhabhi’s father and cousin brother were there. Her mother was at home looking after the baby. I asked them if bhabhi was okay. They said she was in an intensive care unit and waiting for the doctor to come out and give an update.

We waited there for a few hours after which the doctor came out and spoke to us. He said that she was in critical condition but she would survive. He said that she had lost feelings in her hand and would no longer be able to use them.

We all went silent as if the earth had stopped spinning. We could not believe what we were hearing. His father started to cry and I consoled him, telling him not to worry and we would figure this out somehow. When Bhabhi regained consciousness, we were allowed to go and see her. She didn’t say anything but the tears rolling down her eyes conveyed her emotions.

We took turns staying at bhabhi’s bedside for a few days until the hospital said she was well enough to be discharged. During this time, I called my brother to break the news and he broke down on the phone crying. He was helpless as he could not leave at the risk of losing his job. He told me that he didn’t want to burden me to be a caretaker for bhabhi. But he had no choice. He said that in his absence, I must ensure that she was taken care of.

I promised bhaiya I would not let him down and that everything would be okay and not to worry. This pacified him. But I knew he was in hell, to be stuck there while this tragedy had happened to his beloved wife. Her father told me he had made all the arrangements to take his daughter to their home where they would take care of her while bhaiya was away.

I remembered what bhaiya told me about bhabhi returning to our home and that he was leaving her well-being and care with me. And I had promised him I would. I relayed to bhabhi’s father the promise I had made to bhaiya and how upset he would be if his wife could not be taken care of in her husband’s home which was her rightful place after marriage.

Her father said: "Beta, I understand. But how will you manage this? You are only 20 years old. And now she is not able to use her hands and on top of that she has a newborn baby. This will be too much for you to manage on your own."

Although what he was saying was not wrong, I could not go back on my promise and disappoint bhaiya.

So I told him: "No matter how challenging it gets, I will make good on my promise. Do not need worry about your daughter. She will get all the care and support she needs."

The day had arrived when the doctor decided Sheetal bhabhi was well enough to be discharged and brought back home. We were all relieved to hear that, but you could tell everyone had a look of concern on their faces as well, not knowing what lay ahead, given that bhabhi was no longer able to use her hands.

We (her father and cousin brother) were in bhabhi’s hospital room waiting for the doctor to show up and talk to us before discharge. But instead, the nurse came in and asked us all to leave. She was in the room with bhabhi for what seemed like 30 minutes before finally coming out.

This had happened throughout bhabhi’s stay at the hospital. The nurse would keep coming and asking us to leave the room. Every time I asked bhabhi what the nurse was doing, she would hesitantly say that the nurse was just making sure all was okay. I was confused as to why she had to keep checking so frequently and why we had to leave the room.

Anyways, after the nurse was done, the doctor finally showed up. They asked who she was going home with and under whose care she would be in. I told the doctor that bhabhi would be going back to her own home with me and under my care. He asked me where her husband was and I explained that bhaiya was abroad on a work assignment. And we didn’t know when he would be able to return.

He asked me to come and talk to him in his office alone. I followed him and the nurse came in with us as well although I wasn’t sure why she had to be there.

The doctor asked me if I had any questions for him, to which I asked when would bhabhi be able to use her hands again. Then he replied that they would start with physiotherapy, once a week for two months and see how it went. If that didn’t work, they would consider surgery. I was happy to hear that there was a chance bhabhi may regain the use of her arms once again.

The doctor then asked me if I had anyone to help out with bhabhi’s care. I told him for the time being I would be her only caretaker as bhaiya had just started a job abroad and we couldn’t afford to keep a helper. Then somewhat sternly he asked if I had any idea what situation I was in and the challenges that were laying ahead.

Without much thought, I told him whatever struggles arise, we would handle it as a family. He then asked me if I knew why the nurse kept coming into bhabhi’s room and asking us to leave. I shook my head and the nurse said, “You do know your bhabhi is a new mother and the changes that new mothers have to deal with.”

I thought she meant the changes in bhabhi’s physique after becoming a mother, which was clearly obvious to anyone with a pair of eyes. She had gained some weight, but it had all mostly gone to her chest and behind. Standing at 5 feet 9 in tall, I would have guessed her weight was around 68 kg. She was still not fat by any means but had filled out considerably in her chest, behind and thighs. But physical changes in appearance were not what the doctor was hinting at.

Then I shook my head again and the nurse had to spell it out for me. She said, “Your bhabhi is lactating, she is producing milk. Her child is not with her so she can’t express the milk using her own hands or even operate a breast pump with her hands. That’s why I had to keep coming in and helping her relieve the pressure. This is something she will need help with from now on amongst other things. This is why we are trying to explain to you that you need to hire a caretaker. These aren’t the kind of things you can help your bhabhi with.”

My face was flushed red, and I went completely silent. I knew I should have known this. But the whole chaos of the accident had completely taken my focus elsewhere and blocked out details such as these, I didn’t know what to say or how to react. All I could say was that I understood now what the doctor was trying to say and assured them I would find professional affordable care as soon as I could.

Both the doctor and nurse were relieved that I finally understood the predicament we were in, and told me to get her belongings and get ready for discharge.

Then the nurse packed bhabhi’s old clothes in a bag and asked us to leave one last time while she helped bhabhi change her clothes. Sitting and waiting on the bench outside bhabhi’s room, knowing the nurse was in there draining bhabhi’s milk engorged boobs was not a thought I wanted to have at the time.

Thankfully the door opened and bhabhi came out. It was so good to see her back up on her feet after so many days. But seeing her disabled limp hands by her sides was disheartening. Nevertheless, I smiled for the sake of bhabhi’s morale. The nurse had changed bhabhi into whatever spare clothes they had at the hospital, a blue oversized shirt and black pajamas.

She even made bhabhi wear a jacket that she had asked me to get from home. That confused me as we were at the peak of summer. The heat and humidity were bad enough without a jacket. But I didn’t question it. If bhabhi was okay with it, then who was I to question it?

We waited for a bit more for bhabhi’s mother to arrive with the child. But it was now an hour past discharge and she had still not arrived. Not wanting bhabhi to wait in the hospital any longer than needed, I asked bhabhi’s father what was taking so long. He stepped away to make a call to his wife. Upon returning after a few minutes of silence, he said –

Bhabhi’s father: "Beta, I know we spoke about this and you and your brother are adamant that my daughter stays with you. We don’t agree with your decision. But we won’t stop you. But there are two conditions that you must fulfill."

Me (with a confused look on my face): "What are those conditions, Uncle ji?"

Bhabhi’s father: "One is that you can only take my daughter home once you hire a caretaker. Even if you are there to help, there are things that you cannot help with and more importantly, you should not ever be helping with."

Me: "Uncle ji, you will be pleased to know I have already hired a caretaker. So rest assured that bhabhi will be well cared for. What is the second condition? (This was not the full truth. I had looked but was not able to find any caretaker that we could afford. Although I was still in search of one, I had to tell him this half-truth or he would have never agreed to let me take his daughter to her own home)."

Bhabhi’s father: "The second condition is that our granddaughter will stay with us from now on, as it is impossible for her to be cared for while my daughter also needs care. You and your brother’s focus is my daughter’s care as it should be. But at the same time, our granddaughter’s care should not be neglected and we promise you that it will not be neglected under our care."

Bhabhi with shock on her face said, “Papa, what are you saying? How can you even think of separating my child from me? How can I stay apart from her? She needs her mother more than ever at this age.” (it was obvious bhabhi meant breastfeeding by that.)

Bhabhi’s father: "Beti, you tell me. Will you be able to tend to her in your condition? Will Sonu be able to care for her properly while he is focused on tending to your care? Is it fair that your daughter should suffer as a result of this tragedy? With us, she will have our full attention and care. As for your motherly duties, beti you speak to your mother about that. I am sure some arrangement can be made (at the time, I wasn’t sure what uncle meant by that, but it became clear as time went on)."

Bhabhi (with red eyes and tears rolling down her cheeks): "Ok, papa. My mind knows what you are saying is right and practical. But my heart refuses to accept it. But I have no choice, but to accept it for her sake."

There was a moment of silence. I then got up to call a taxi. We bid our farewell to uncle and bhabhi’s cousin brother and got in the taxi.

Me: "Bhabhi, I have to tell you something. I know I told Uncle ji that I have already hired a caretaker for you. But the truth is that I have not been able to find anyone I can trust or afford. But I promise I am still looking for one. We will have to manage somehow until I can find someone."

Bhabhi: "Sonu, you said what you had to do at the moment. I don’t hold it against you. Honestly, I know we are under financial stress right now. I know you will find someone when the time and financial conditions are right."

For the rest of the taxi ride, we were both mostly silent, unsure of what the future was waiting for upon returning home.

I paid the taxi driver and helped Bhabhi out of the taxi. Then I led bhabhi to the sofa and took off her shoes and socks. After that, I went to the kitchen to get some water and food for bhabhi. The hospital food was terrible, so she did not have much to eat all day. I had stocked up on bhabhi’s favorite food, butter chicken and garlic naan knowing she would be hungry upon returning home.

I came back to the living room and fed bhabhi with my own hands. She ate it all up, but she was still hungry. So I got her some more. She couldn’t get enough. I was amazed at how much bhabhi could eat. I guess, the fact that she was a new mother and lactating meant that her calorie intake had increased significantly as well.

Later, I put the dishes away and came back to sit with her on the sofa. We made idle talk, about stocking up on groceries. She asked me all that the doctor discussed with me. Things seemed like they were almost normal again until I saw that bhabhi started to look very pale. She was squirming in her seat. She had a look of anguish and discomfort on her face and sweat beads had started to form on her forehead.

Me: "bhabhi, is everything ok? You don’t look well."

Bhabhi: "I am ok Sonu. it’s nothing."

I let it go but after about 15 minutes, her facial anguish and discomfort became even more pronounced, and she was sweating profusely.

It dawned on me that bhabhi was still in her jacket and that must be what is making her so uncomfortable and sweaty.

Me: "Bhabhi, let me help you out of your jacket. You will feel better."

Bhabhi: "No Sonu, leave it be. I am fine. It’s nothing."

Me: "It’s obvious you’re not fine, bhabhi. You are sweating a lot and your facial expression clearly shows you’re in discomfort. Please listen to me and let me help you take off the jacket. You’ll feel better."

Bhabhi realized she couldn’t keep saying no and had to take the jacket off at some point so reluctantly she nodded, giving her approval. Then she stood up and I walked behind and carefully slid the jacket off her arms.

When I turned around to face bhabhi, my jaw dropped at the sight in front of me. Bhabhi’s hospital provided a light blue cotton shirt with two huge wet spots. The shirt was completely soaked with milk around the area where her nipples were poking through the shirt! Her tits were leaking profusely, so much so that most of the milk was seeping through her bra and onto her blue shirt.

That was when I realized why the nurse insisted that bhabhi wear a jacket even in this hot humid climate. It was to save bhabhi from the embarrassment in front of all of us.

Bhabhi looked down at her shirt and noticed the wet spots that I was looking at. And in that moment, the shame of standing there in front of her younger brother-in-law in this indecent state was too much for her to bear. She couldn’t move her arms to cover herself. All she could do was turn around and silently cry.

I didn’t know what to do, but I had to do something to alleviate her discomfort and stop her from crying. Then I went to my room and got a small hand towel. I got in front of her and started patting the wet spots. Bhabhi pulled back with anger and annoyance on her face.

Bhabhi: "Stop, Sonu! What are you doing!?"

Me: "I thought this would help, bhabhi. I’m sorry I didn’t know what else to do after seeing you crying."

Bhabhi: "Sonu, you don’t understand anything. Sorry, it’s not your fault, Sonu. I’m just annoyed at my situation."

Tears started forming in her eyes and she said –

Bhabhi: "Sonu, this is not a situation either of us should be in. This was never going to be easy and it’s highly inappropriate for you to help me with such issues and for me to ask your help. This is not something a devar should ever need to help his bhabhi with."

Me: "Bhabhi, please don’t cry. We will figure out a way together as a family. We have been through difficult situations before, and we’ll get through this as well."

Bhabhi. There is only one solution, Sonu.

Me: "What’s that, bhabhi?"

Bhabhi (still with tears rolling down her cheeks): "Sonu, please take me to my mother’s place. There she can help me without hesitation, and it will be easier for both you and me as well."

Me: "Bhabhi, please don’t say that. It will bring shame to both bhaiya and me that we were not able to care for you when you needed it most. He made me promise that I would take care of your needs at your own home."

Bhabhi: "Did your brother even realize what he is asking you to help with, Sonu? Did he even consider all the things I will need help with now and the situation he is putting us in? What was he thinking making you promise such a thing?"

Me: "Bhabhi, if bhaiya has given me this responsibility, then clearly he knows what comes with it and he has full faith and trust in me to handle it. Not everything needs to be put in words. He trusts me like a son and knows you have always been like a mother to me."

Bhabhi: "I don’t know what to do, Sonu. You and your brother have put me in a tough spot. I don’t know how we will manage but right now, I am in unbearable pain. I have not been able to remove the milk since this morning in the hospital and now they are full and hurting."

It was clearly embarrassing for her to talk about something so private with me, something that she previously would have only spoken about with bhaiya. But the pain and desperation had won over any feelings of shame.

I couldn’t believe I was standing here talking to my motherly bhabhi about her fully engorged lactating breasts that were leaking uncontrollably. It was not a conversation I ever expected to have with my brother’s wife in a million years.

Me: "Bhabhi, you tell me how I can help, and I will do exactly that."

Bhabhi: "There are some blankets in my bedroom drawers. Please go and bring that, Sonu."

Then I went to bhabhi’s room and started opening drawers. I found a drawer with a blanket, a soft thin white one with a dark blue cross hatch pattern.

Me: "I got the blanket, bhabhi."

Still with her back to me in an effort to hide the wet spots, bhabhi turned around to face me.

Bhabhi: "Wrap it around my upper body, Sonu."

I had to lift bhabhi’s hand and reach around wrapping Bhabhi with the blanket. But Bhabhi’s frame was so big, that my hands accidentally touched her breasts through the blue shirt all over the place and briefly even brushed past the wet spots. But we both knew it wasn’t intentional, so no words were exchanged.

Me: "Ok, now what, bhabhi?"

She had overcome the embarrassment of what she had to ask me to do next. But the pain from the pressure of her engorged breasts forced her to speak. Then she turned around so that her back was facing me.

Bhabhi: "Sonu, you will have to reach under the blanket, lift my shirt up, unhook the backstrap, and remove my bra."

I had never unhooked or taken a bra off before. But like all boys, I had imagined doing it someday when I have a girlfriend, but not in a million years did I think my first will be my bhabhi, someone I revered and looked up to not just as an elder but as a motherly figure in my life.

Then I reached under the blanket (near her waist), grabbed the edges of her blue shirt, and lifted it all the way up until they were bunched up around her armpit just above where her cleavage starts. I had seen glimpses of bhabhi’s back before when she wore sarees. But this was different. Her whole back was wet and shiny from all the sweating.

Now in front of me was her cream-colored bra backstrap that needed to be unhooked. I wondered if even bhaiya had ever removed bhabhi’s bra himself during their intimate private moments or did she do it herself? Was I, her much younger brother-in-law, going to be the first male in her life to remove her bra? Would there be others after me?

With shaking hands, I reached for the hooks. But I struggled to undo them as they were really tight, but kept trying and finally, it came undone. Her bra straps dangled down on her sides. Her bra however remained in place on the front, under the white blanket, refusing to fall down.

Then my bhaiya’s wife turned around facing me once again, frustrated that her bra didn’t fall down even after unhooking from the back. She just looked at me but didn’t say anything, hoping I would know what to do without her having to verbalize it.

I didn’t need any further instructions. I felt around under the blanket trying to get a grip on her bra to pull it down. But the cotton bra fabric was wrapped so snugly and tight against her breasts that I was unable to grasp and pull it down. It was obvious that her bra was too small for what she was hiding inside them.

While struggling to get a grasp, my hands touched her breasts through her bra for far longer than was necessary. Then I looked up at bhabhi and saw an annoyance building on her face so I did the only thing that would work without prolonging her agony, which was put my fingers between her bra and breast flesh, get a grasp on her bra, pulled the bra forcefully down underneath the blanket, and out in my hands in one swift motion.

The moment I pulled her bra down, her massive milk bags flopped all the way down, swaying side to side underneath the blanket like two large milk pendulums, thanking me for finally freeing them. They hung down just above her navel. They were not just bigger than her head, they dwarfed it.

It was a sight to behold! A sight any man bhabhi knew could have only wished to see her in – whether it be friends or family. Others she knew would have to keep wishing for the chance to see her in this state of indecency someday, at least for now.

Even through the thin white cotton blanket, I could make out the shape of bhabhi’s heavy knockers with huge dark brown areolas and nipples with milk drops forming, visible just past where the blanket ended, and my eyes refused to shift focus. I briefly became motionless with wonder and astonishment.

Each breast was the size of a watermelon, and possibly as heavy. They were fair in color with dark bluish-green veins crisscrossing the surface of each breast. My sister-in-law’s areolas were wide and bumpy and at the center was a long, stiff, and moist funnel-shaped nipple that could gauge an eye out. They looked rugged and worn out, indicating they had regularly been played with and manhandled.

My mind wondered how all this time, living under the same roof, she had managed to keep these massive jugs hidden. How I had been so oblivious to the enormous size of what she had been walking around the house with for all these years.

It was always obvious to anyone with eyes that bhabhi was not only a tall thick woman with a large frame. But was also blessed with assets that drew stares from men and women alike, no matter where we went.

Heck, even some of my closest friends in the past had jokingly made crude offensive remarks about her. But this, this was not obvious to those who had only seen her in proper decent attire. I never thought I would get to see bhabhi in this state of indecency and now all I wanted to do was reach forward and grab her heavy-hanging milk bags, hold them, and kiss them. My gaze at her jugs was only broken when I heard Bhabhi calling my name.

Bhabhi: "Sonu, you can keep the bra down now and please bring the breast pump the nurse gave me in the morning. It should be in the bag on the dining table."

I looked down at my hands and indeed, I was still holding her bra. The bra was damp from her leaking milk, and it was big. But clearly no match for those massive beauties they had struggled to contain. I kept the bra down and brought the pump to bhabhi.

It was a manual pump, consisting of a milk bottle attached to a funnel-shaped flange that attaches to the areola and a handle that needs to be pressed to activate the suction at the flange. She explained how to turn it on and which settings to adjust.

Then bhabhi sat back down on the sofa. As she sat, her magnificently large udders flopped down, sagging past her navel and resting in her lap, her nipples and areolas touching her thighs.

I moved closer to bhabhi and knelt between her thighs so that her breasts were level with my face. Her nipples were only inches away from her pussy covered by her panty and pajama which was also soaked with milk leaking from her nipples just above them. I wondered how much of the milk had leaked through and gotten inside her panty. Only half of the moist large dark brown nipple was visible, so I had to lift the milk-soaked blanket just enough so that her jutting areolas and nipples were completely unobstructed from view.

Her whole breast had a wet sheen from all the sweating and her nipples continued to leak droplets of milk. Bhabhi smelled strongly of a mixture of sweat and milk. It was unlike anything I had smelled before. It was intoxicating.

Then I tried to push the pump flange against bhabhi’s areolas. But I couldn’t get a good seal around them. I would have to take the part of her boobs around the nipples into my hands and then guide them into the flange. Then I looked up at bhabhi and she just nodded in agony, giving her approval.

I was able to get a proper seal and started pumping. Jet streams of milk violently started to flow from her nipples, accumulating in the funnel and down into the bottle. I kept at it until the bottle was half full, but the milk flow showed no signs of stopping.

While pumping, I wondered if bhaiya knew this would be part of the promise to take care of bhabhi?! Surely, he knew we couldn’t afford a caretaker yet, so he must have known, I convinced myself.

Then I looked up at her innocent tired face only to find that she had dozed off and was snoring ever so lightly. This was obviously a huge pressure relief for bhabhi. I felt really bad for her condition. I wondered why this had to happen to her, why God let this happen to someone so caring, motherly, and good-natured as her.

But these thoughts were broken by the sight of the other free glistening and leaking dark brown elongated nipple surrounded by large bumpy areolas that were easily 3 inches in diameter.

I was overcome with impure thoughts and guilt at the same time. My erect penis was telling me to bend down and take the free-leaking nipple into my mouth. But I resisted my dark thoughts. I couldn’t betray bhaiya and bhabhi’s trust in me. They had always treated me like I was their own child.

All I could do was shamefully stare until the milk flow finally stopped on her right breast and I had to move the pump to her left breast. But the bottle was already full, so I got another bottle. After a few minutes, every drop of milk from my sister-in-law’s huge boobs had been drained.

Then I detached the pump from her nipples and went to the kitchen to clean the pump and put the bottles of milk in the fridge. Just as I closed the fridge, I heard sounds coming from the living room. Bhabhi had woken up. I quickly headed toward bhabhi. She was still on the couch with a good part of her massive milk bags splayed out and uncovered by the blanket.

Following my gaze back to her bosom, she saw what I was looking at but didn’t react as I had not only already seen them while pumping, but also held them to attach them to the pump.

A few minutes later, she stood up, turned around so that I couldn’t see her front, and hoped her blue shirt would drop down on its own. But the shirt was still bunched up, showing no sign of dropping down. Instead, the blanket fell off and dropped to the ground. They were a sight to behold. Even from behind, I could see her massive dangling jugs, gently swaying from the sides of her back.

“Sonu, don’t just stand there! Help me!” said bhabhi in an annoyed frustrated tone.

Then I came back to my senses, walked up close behind her, and pulled her blue shirt all the way down. My fingers carelessly brushed past her nipples as I pulled her shirt down to cover them. She sat back down and although she regained her modesty, her nipples were still poking through the bottom quarter of the shirt. But by this time, bhabhi was too tired to notice. She rested on the sofa to catch her breath for a few minutes before speaking to me.

Bhabhi: "Sorry Sonu, I didn’t realize I fell asleep. This whole ordeal has been really tiring for me, both physically and mentally. But you never made me feel uneasy or get mad at me when I lost my cool with you. I am sorry I doubted you earlier, I doubted us as a family being able to get through this. I am blessed to have you in my life."

These words from bhabhi meant a lot to me because honestly, seeing her in this indecent state and discovering how big her breasts really are, had filled me with extremely impure thoughts, some of which were telling me to do unholy things to my very own bhabhi, the bhabhi who looked after me like her own child. But hearing these words from her gave me confidence that I could suppress my thoughts. As long as they don’t manifest in actions, I would regret them later. It was ok, it would mean that I was still a good brother, I convinced myself.

Me: "It is me who is the lucky one, bhabhi. Not everyone is blessed to have a bhabhi like you. (The moment I said that, I realized what I said could have been taken the wrong way. But I was relieved to see bhabhi didn’t take it that way or maybe she knew, but was just saving me from further embarrassing myself)."

Bhabhi: "I am tired now, Sonu. I need to go to my bedroom and sleep. It’s late. You should go get some rest as well."

Hearing that, I reached for her bra that I had taken off Bhabhi earlier and walked to her to put it back on her. I figured she would not want to sleep without a bra on as she was lactating.

Bhabhi: "Not now Sonu, I can’t stand here and go through this all over again. I am too tired. I just want to sleep now."

After saying that, my brother’s wife started walking to her bedroom. Her dangling braless milk bags jiggled and swayed under her shirt with each step she took. I followed her in case she needed any assistance.

Walking behind her, I noticed how big bhabhi’s buttocks had become post-delivery, two large protruding ass cheeks jiggling wildly under the hospital-provided pajamas. It was almost cartoonish. Her massive boobs protruded in front, her ass protruding in the back, and they were both even more accentuated because of how her limp arms dangled on the sides of her body.

I thought to myself how lucky bhaiya was while he was here. Not only did he have a wife who was supportive and caring, but also with assets any man with a heartbeat would wish to see and play with at least once in their life. He had these to fondle and play with to his heart’s content whenever he wanted.

But would he be able to accept bhabhi in her partially disabled state when he returns? Would her disabled arms have any impact on their private bedroom activities when he returns? Would it diminish his love for her? I would soon come to find out that the answers to these questions were complicated, it wasn’t black or white, but those details, I will share in the next parts. I covered her with a quilt, gave her a good night kiss on her forehead, and closed the light.

As I was walking toward my bedroom, bhabhi’s bra on the sofa caught my eye. I could barely recognize myself anymore. This wasn’t something I would have even thought of doing before and yet, here I was, walking to my room with Bhabhi’s milk-soaked bra in my hand.

I deceived and convinced myself that it was harmless, that this in no way changed my love and respect for her and it doesn’t mean I would let any harm or discomfort come her way. In the end, all that matters was that I fulfilled my promise to bhaiya.

Then I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. But all I could see was the image of my bhabhi in her indecent state that I had witnessed earlier! Even after trying hard, I could not stop these images from coming or stop my penis from becoming rock-hard. I brought her bra next to my face, taking in the intoxicated smell of her milk and sweat-soaked bra with one hand while stoking my penis with the other.

The images of her milk jugs and big round butt fueled my strokes. Just as I was about to cum, I wrapped my penis in my sister-in-law’s bra and finished off. I nodded off shortly after that.

Sometime in the middle of the night, I heard bhabhi calling my name from her room. I hurried to her room to see what was troubling her. She was sitting on the edge of the bed when I got there.

She looked up at me and said, “Sorry Sonu, I need to use the toilet badly. I didn’t want to wake you, but I didn’t know what else to do”. She couldn’t make eye contact with me. She was clearly embarrassed. But had no option but to call for me.

I put my shorts on and rushed to my bhabhi’s room. She was sitting at the edge of the bed with her legs closed tight, rocking back and forth.

Me: "What happened, bhabhi?"

Bhabhi: "I need to use the toilet badly Sonu. I’ve been holding it in for a long time as I didn’t want to wake you up. But I can’t hold it in any longer."

Bhabhi got up and I followed her to the toilet, noticing her heavy hanging braless tits jiggle under her loose shirt as she walked. She got in front of the toilet bowl and turned around looking at me with shame. But she didn’t say anything.

Then I got close in front of bhabhi and knelt down, coming at eye level with her hips. I clutched the waistband of her pajama and nudged them down over her big round buttocks, letting them fall to the ground before removing them. Her white cotton panties looked very old and worn out. The hospital staff must have put them on Bhabhi yesterday morning.

My face was now inches away from bhabhi’s panty-covered privates, so close that I could smell her sweet musky aroma. I had often fantasized about taking a woman’s panties off someday. But not in a million years did I think I would one day get the chance to take off my homely virtuous bhabhi’s panties, who was not only six years older than me but also someone I always looked up to with respect.

I wondered if I was possibly the first man to take off my sister-in-law’s bra. But was I also about to become the first man to take her panties off? Would there be others after me? Then bhabhi looked down at me and said, “Sonu, I can’t hold it anymore.”

I grasped the elastic of bhabhi’s panties and pulled them down over her round milky white buttocks until they were bunched up around her ankles. Then I looked up and staring at me was bhabhi’s faithful devoted pink pussy, covered with jet-black long curly pubes, thick and dense, like a jungle.

My mouth was agape in disbelief at seeing bhabhi’s magnificent private pussy completely exposed and inches away from my face. Before bhabhi’s accident, if someone told me this moment would come one day, I would have slapped them for such an outrageously indecent thought. But here I was, seeing our private family pussy in all its glory while others who knew her could only imagine what was hidden under her proper attire and jerk off.

I was about to raise my brother’s wife’s feet to remove her panties off her ankles. But she had to pee so badly, she couldn’t wait any longer. She immediately sat her plump butt down on the toilet seat, spread her legs wide, stretching her worn-out panties still on her ankles as wide as they could stretch.

Her pussy lips separated, and a jet stream of urine rushed out from her hairy pussy, making a hissing sound as it hit the toilet water! Bhabhi also made a loud “Aahh” sound in relief. Her mouth opened and her eyes closed.

It happened so quickly. I didn’t get a chance to look away. My face was still inches away from my SIL’s now exposed pussy, violently gushing out urine and my mouth agape in shock and awe. Her pubic hairs were glistening with droplets of urine, resembling the dew that forms on early morning grass.

As bhabhi continued to pee, I heard her say, “Oh no, not now!” Then I looked up to see that bhabhi’s blue shirt had started to form wet marks around her nipples which were poking through her shirt just above her navel. She had started leaking milk again and to make the matter worse, she didn’t have a bra on.

Bhabhi panicked and to keep her shirt from getting further wetter, she raised her shirt slightly, exposing her cherry-colored wet elongated nipples pointing down.

Milk escaped her nipples, drip by drip, some landing on her thick white thighs and some down her navel, disappearing into her hairy pussy, joining the steady stream of urine.

Then I looked up to see tears rolling down bhabhi’s face and sweat beads forming on her forehead.

My poor Bhabhi. I cursed myself because even her tears did nothing to make my erection go away. Then I raised my hands to wipe away her tears and sweat as she continued to pee. Suddenly, my phone started ringing, startling us both. It was bhaiya!

Bhaiya: "Sonu, how is Sheetal doing now?"

How could I tell him that his wife was sitting on the toilet seat with her legs spread wide? That his younger brother was the one who pulled down her panties and with a raging erection was now watching his wife pee gushing from her hairy pussy, milk dripping from her heavy braless tits and tears leaking from her sad tired eyes.

Me: "Bhabhi is doing better now, bhaiya."

Bhaiya was silent for a few seconds. He must have heard bhabhi’s pee hitting the toilet water, but he didn’t say anything. Then Bhaiya asked to speak to bhabhi. Bhabhi was still peeing, so I looked at her and she just nodded. I came close to bhabhi, knelt down between her wide-open legs so that the phone was close to her face, and put the phone on speaker. In doing so, my feet were just below and touching her panties, stretched around her ankles.

As bhabhi leaned forward to talk, her heavy braless jugs hung down freely under her shirt, above her panties that were still stretched wide around her ankles. Milk was now dripping down rapidly from her elongated nipples directly down to her outstretched panties.

Even her tears and sweat were rolling down her cheeks and dripping on her panties which were now completely drenched. After a few seconds, bhabhi had finished peeing. But was still talking to bhaiya. She asked him to hold, motioned for me to put the phone on mute, and said she wanted to talk to him privately in her room.

As she stood up, a few drops of pee trickled down her milky white thick thighs, landing on her milk and tear-soaked panties. Then I reached down to pull her panties up, but just as I got them up past her knees, she felt its wetness on her thighs.

Bhabhi: "Sonu, these are completely soaked. I can’t wear them. I’m going to my room to finish talking to your bhaiya. Can you keep the phone in my room and give me two minutes before you come in, please?"

Then I pulled her wet panties back down to her ankles and off her feet. I remembered that I had forgotten to clean her pussy after she finished peeing. As I turned to get toilet paper, bhabhi had already started walking to her room, unmindful of how sloppy and damp her pussy and pubes had become with pee and milk.

Then I followed my sister-in-law. Below her blue shirt that reached her waist, she was completely nude. My eyes refused to shift focus from her now fully exposed big milky white ass cheeks, jiggling with every step, daring me to grab and mistreat them. I wanted to kiss her buns, knead them, worship them, and bury my face deep in her enormous soft pillows. Unfortunately for me, they were not meant for me to enjoy, they belonged to my brother to play with.

Bhabhi: "Keep the phone on the dresser, Sonu. Please unmute it and close the door. Just give me a few minutes."

I closed the door and waited outside her room. But I was so aroused that my penis was ready to explode. I remembered bhabhi’s wet panties were still in the toilet, so I rushed in there, picked up her soaking wet panties, sniffing and taking in the intoxicating aroma of her pussy mixed with the milk, tears, and sweat that had soaked them.

Then I sat on the toilet seat before putting the crotch area of the panty into my mouth. I vigorously stroked my penis as her panty hung from my mouth. Just as I was about to cum, I took her panty out of my mouth and wrapped it tight around my penis, and came violently in them. I sat there for a bit with her panties hanging from my penis which was wet from the mixture of juices on Bhabhi’s panty.

Suddenly, I heard her calling for me in panic. I pulled my shorts up and rushed to her room. She was standing by the bed facing me with her thick bush and plump ass exposed, looking a bit annoyed.

Bhabhi: "Where were you, Sonu!? I have been calling for you for five minutes."

Me: "Sorry, bhabhi. Are you ok?"

She looked down at her shirt, the lower part of which was completely drenched with her leaking milk.

Bhabhi: "Sonu, please hurry and bring my breast pump. Can you also get fresh panties from my drawer on the bottom left?"

I opened the drawer but there was nothing in there. Then I remembered that when the original plan was for bhabhi to stay at her parents’ house, her mother had come and packed most of bhabhi’s clothes and taken them to her house. I told her about that and that only increased her frustration.

Bhabhi: "Sonu, then just bring me my panties you took off in the toilet."

I started panicking. Not only had I put the crotch of bhabhi’s panties in my mouth, but I had also just cum in them! How could I put those back on her? What would happen when she realizes what I did?

Me: "But bhabhi, those panties are soaking wet."

Bhabhi: "Sonu, I am not going to just stay here without any panties on. Please, just hurry up and bring my panties and breast pump."

I stood there frozen with fear. She couldn’t understand why I had gone silent, but she was getting annoyed and couldn’t wait any longer. She started walking to the toilet and asked me to follow her, which I reluctantly did. Then she stood next to her crumpled cum-soaked panties next to the toilet bowl and said, “Sonu, please.”

With no other choice, I accepted my fate and picked up her panties. Globs of my semen were puddled in the center of her panty which she clearly had not noticed. She raised her feet so I could put them on her. As I slid them up her legs, over her ass and pussy, I meekly looked up at her face, expecting her to feel my sticky cum on her pussy and lash out at me. But there was no reaction. Either she couldn’t feel my cum or she didn’t want to embarrass me.

Bhabhi just walked back to her room waiting for me to bring her breast pump. I breathed a sigh of relief and thanked god for saving me from utter humiliation and disgrace. My poor disabled bhabhi didn’t deserve this after all the hardships she endured. But my penis stood erect at the thought of her sitting on her bed, with my cum in her panties, her pussy slathered and coated with my semen.

Then I giddily went to fetch her pump. But as I walked back to her room, I accidentally stumbled and dropped it, dislodging the handle from the pump.

Shit! How I was going to face bhabhi now. Her heavy milk engorged boobs were causing her unbearable discomfort and she desperately needed her milk pumped out.

Me: "Sorry bhabhi, I accidentally stumbled and dropped the pump."

I showed bhabhi the broken pump and waited for her to yell at me. But she just closed her eyes in despair and pain.

Me: "Bhabhi, I’ll go find one from a medical store."

Bhabhi: "Sonu, it’s the middle of the night. Nothing is open right now and I won’t survive like this till morning (tears started rolling down bhabhi’s cheeks)."

Then I walked to the side of the bed where she was sitting, knelt down close to her, and wiped the tears from her face. I held her face with my hands, turning it towards me, and asked her to look at me.

Me: "Bhabhi, do you trust me? Since you came into our lives, you have always treated me like I am your own child. You are not just my bhabhi, but also a mother to me. I promise never to do anything to betray your trust in me."

Bhabhi nodded her head. With this simple nod, she had placed her complete trust in me. She must have realized that not only had I already seen her nude, but had also seen her urinating and I had not done anything indecent (except masturbating in her dirty panties which she didn’t know about, and all things considered was quite harmless).

Either that or in despair, bhabhi accepted her fate and gave up on shame and decorum, realizing that until her hands healed, she would have no choice but to be dependent on others who would get to see and touch her in various states of indecency.

Then I asked bhabhi to sit on the edge of the bed with her legs touching the ground. She moved into a sitting position by moving her legs and butt.

Me: "Bhabhi, I’ll be right back."

I returned with a bottle and rolled bhabhi’s shirt all the way up to her armpits to expose her huge heavy tits. Then I asked her to lean forward and as she did, her massive jugs hung straight down with milk leaking drop by drop.

I placed a towel on the floor to absorb the breast milk and knelt down between her legs, clutched her left glistening elongated nipple between my thumb and index finger, and attempted to pull and squeeze down on her nipple to expel her milk down into the bottle that I was holding with my other hand. I had never milked a cow before. But here I was milking our very own family cow.

However, it was in vain. Milk sprayed everywhere including on my face, instead of just into the bottle. Her eyes were closed. I couldn’t be sure if it was to avoid eye contact with me or because she was in pain. Then I put the bottle down and now with both hands freed, I grabbed her left heavy hanger with one hand and brought it up to my face. I latched on to her large, rugged nipple with my lips and felt my sister-in-law shudder and exclaim a loud “Aah” in surprise!

I looked up and seeing her eyes still closed, I started sucking. Sweet warm milk gushed into my mouth in bursts as I gulped it all down. To keep the flow steady, I started kneading and massaging bhabhi’s big breasts with both hands.

After about 20 minutes, her left breast was completely drained. As I picked up her right breast and brought the nipple into my mouth, my eyes were drawn to what was directly in front of me, between her spread legs.

Bhabhi’s dirty white panties, which by now had dried up, had started to get wet again. My poor bhabhi, her heart and pussy had always been loyal to bhaiya, but her partially disabled body was not able to resist the pleasure of a mouth pulling and sucking on her nipple even if that mouth belonged to her younger brother-in-law.

My penis was already standing erect. But as I saw bhabhi’s panties getting wetter, as if possessed, my hold on her breast tightened and my gentle kneading turned rough, my fingers digging into her breast flesh and mouth opened wide to take in more than just her nipple.

Hoping she would attribute this to my inexperience, I aggressively forced as much of her breast into my mouth as I could, completely taking her wide bumpy areolas into my mouth, sucking on them with passion and vigor. I remember feeling so sorry for bhabhi. She could not even use her hands to pleasure herself later and bhaiya was not here to help her.

I wanted to reach between her thighs, tear her dirty panties off and help relieve the pent-up frustration in her wet hungry pussy. But I couldn’t.

I was so lost in conflicting emotions, I didn’t realize that my brother’s wife’s breast milk flow had stopped and continued sucking. But now also playing with her nipple in my mouth, flicking her nipple with my tongue, gently biting on them like a dog with a chew toy. I only came back to my senses as I heard bhabhi repeatedly calling my name. Then I looked up at her face with her breast still in my mouth.

Bhabhi: "Sonu, please, you can stop now. No more milk is there."

Bhabhi’s saliva-coated abused nipple slipped out as I opened my mouth. I was waiting for her to scold me, but she didn’t say a word. She herself must have felt guilty for involuntarily getting wet and thought it was best not to speak about it.

Then I got up and rolled her shirt back down to cover her braless boobs. There was silence for a few seconds. Bhabhi’s face was still troubled as if she wanted to say something but was hesitating.

Me: "Are you ok now, bhabhi?"

Bhabhi: "Sonu, I need to use the toilet again."

Me: "Sure bhabhi, I’ll help you."

Bhabhi: "No, not that Sonu. I have to go number 2."

Me: "Oh I see! Doesn’t matter, bhabhi. Let’s go."

Then she got up and walked to the toilet as I followed behind her.

She stood in front of the toilet bowl. I knelt down and pulled her panties down to her ankles. I was staring at her wet hairy pussy.

Bhabhi sat on the toilet seat and spread her legs wide. I turned around to leave to give her privacy until I heard her make animal-like grunting sounds while applying pressure. Even her grunts were irresistible to me!

I turned around and, in that instant, I saw what looked like a long banana-sized log emerged from under bhabhi’s butt and plunk into the toilet water. Thinking she was done, I approached her only to see her grunt again and release another banana-sized log.

“I am done, Sonu”, said Bhabhi with a sweaty tired face.

Then I asked her to scoot forward on the toilet seat just a bit so I could reach behind her and clean her with toilet paper and hand-held bidet spray. I was proud that I was able to take care of my sweet bhabhi in this difficult time, no matter what the ask was.

Then she got up from the toilet seat and I knelt down to pull her panties up. Her panties had become so overused and worn out that as I was pulling them up, I heard a ripping sound. Her panty had a large torn slit in the middle. She heard it too.

Not knowing what to do, I pulled them up all the way up. But it was pointless and even she knew the torn panties did nothing to cover her modesty. Her pubic hair and labia were poking through the torn slit. Then I pulled bhabhi’s panties back down and off her feet.

Me: "Bhabhi, why don’t I shower you first, and then I’ll try to find fresh panties to put on you?"

Bhabhi: "Ok, Sonu."

Then I turned on the shower and took off my SIL’s shirt. For the first time, she stood completely nude in front of me. Her huge boobs, hairy pussy, and round ass were completely exposed. She stepped under the shower and let the warm water fall down her body for a bit. I then turned off the shower and stepped in with her, standing in front of her. I took off my shirt, not wanting to get it wet. She didn’t say anything as she understood.

Then I shampooed bhabhi’s long wavy hair, my bare chest touching her milk bags occasionally. I pumped body soap into my palms and took a moment to decide where to start. There were so many options. I was like a kid at a festival who couldn’t wait to try out all the rides but had to start somewhere.

I washed bhabhi’s face first and rinsed it off. Then I lathered her neck, hands, and back. I lifted her arms to lather her armpits which by now had considerable wavy curls on them as she had not shaved since the accident.

Then I pumped more soap into my palms and lathered her heavy-hanging melons. Her body shuddered as I held and scrubbed them. I knelt down and lathered her feet working my way up her calves to her thick thunder thighs.

Now staring me in the face was her hairy pussy. I had never touched bhabhi there before and was not sure if I should clean her pussy as well. I was afraid she would react negatively and yell at me. Then I thought about asking her first but decided we were past that point and cupped her pussy in my hand, moving my hand up and down her pussy to lather it up.

She almost fell down as she felt the first human touch on her starved pussy in a long time. I had to stand up and hold her with one hand while the other hand aggressively scrubbed and cleaned her hairy pussy. As much as I wanted to, it was only bhaiya and bhabhi’s trust in me that kept me from inserting my fingers inside bhabhi’s sopping wet hairy pussy.

Lastly, I knelt down behind bhabhi. Now inches away from my face were two big perfectly round white ass cheeks, soft like pillows that any man would want to bury their face in. My erect penis was telling me to lean forward and kiss her soft jiggly cheeks. But my brain knew better.

Then I grabbed each ass cheek one at a time and lathered and scrubbed them. Then I asked her to spread her legs and lean forward a bit so I could clean her ass crack.

As I scrubbed up and down her ass crack, my fingers brushed past her asshole and bhabhi lost her footing and stumbled back on me! We both fell down backward, me landing flat on my back and she landing in a squatting position on my bare chest. The feeling of her soft plump ass cheeks and hairy pussy on my smooth bare chest and the view of her enormous round jiggly buttocks and hanging titties from behind felt like I had died and gone to heaven. I did not want this moment to end.

Bhabhi looked down and must have noticed my erection forming a tent in my shorts. In a panic, she tried to get up using just her legs. But it was too slippery and only resulted in her sliding her juicy butt and hairy pussy back and forth on my bare chest, almost sliding up to my face.

I waited anxiously for her behemoth ass to slide up and completely engulf my face. Unfortunately for me that didn’t happen, as she gave up and stopped.

Bhabhi: "Help me get up, Sonu!"

Reluctantly, I got us both backup, rinsed the soap off her body, and dried her with a towel. Bhabhi told me to once again go and carefully look for her underwear in her drawers and bring new pajamas as well. I found a nursing bra, which I brought to her along with her pajamas, but I couldn’t find any panties.

Then I grabbed and lifted her boobs and tucked them in the nursing bra cup and put her button-down pajama top on. Standing there half nude, with her thick bush and buttocks exposed, Bhabhi said, “Sonu, what about my panties?”

Me: "I couldn’t find any, bhabhi. But wait just one second."

Then I went to get bhaiya’s briefs, but his closet was locked. An idea came to me. Bhabhi could wear my underwear until I got her new ones. Then I asked bhabhi to turn around for a moment. I took off my shorts and undies and then put just my shorts back on.

Me: "Here you go, bhabhi (holding my briefs towards her). You can wear mine until I get new ones for you. I don’t have any clean ones, but at least they are not torn."

Bhabhi: "Have you gone mad, Sonu? Do you want me to wear the undies you had just worn?"

Me: "Just until I get new panties for you when the shops open in the morning bhabhi. If you’re not comfortable, then it’s ok. I can put your pajama on without any underwear."

Still unsure what to do, bhabhi said, “I don’t know, Sonu. This is kind of weird.”

Then I knelt down and stretched my briefs wide for her to step into. Just as she stepped into them, I noticed some of my pubic hairs were in my undies. Before bhabhi could notice them, I quickly pulled the briefs up. When I got them up just past her mid-thighs, I struggled to get them up any higher. I tried hard but only managed to get them high enough to cover half her pussy and big butt.

Bhabhi’s dark curly pubes were sticking out from all sides of my undies. She was not just much taller than I was, but her big round buttocks were far too big to fit in my tiny underwear.

Then I carelessly pulled the top and side elastic of the undies and tried to tuck her pubic hairs inside the undies. But her long curly pubes were too wild and unruly to be contained in my small undies. Bhabhi stepped back, looking annoyed at what I was doing, and said, “Stop, Sonu. You’re making things worse than they already are!”

In her annoyance, she forgot about her pajamas and started walking to her room and I followed behind. The sight of the top half of her jiggly massive butt exposed and the bottom half barely covered with my used undies, although somewhat comical, was also highly erotic.

Bhabhi sat down on the bed and looked exhausted. I brought a comb and sat down behind her. As I gently combed her hair, I assured her tomorrow would be a better day. Shortly after Bhabhi slept, I retired to my room after picking up her dirty torn panties from the toilet.

I wore bhabhi’s panties with my erect penis sticking out of the torn slit and masturbated thinking of all the unholy and indecent things I wanted to do to my poor disabled bhabhi, but couldn’t, before eventually dozing off.

When morning came, I helped bhabhi use the toilet, brushed her teeth, and fed her breakfast. I told her I was going out to buy some new panties for her. This was the same shop bhabhi used to go for most of her clothing, before the accident. The shop owner, Mr. Mishra, an uncle in his 50s was a trusted family friend. Our families would visit each other quite often.

Then I walked inside the store and picked up some medium size panties. Uncle jokingly teased, “What’s this, Sonu? You have started wearing women’s panties now?”

Me: "Of course not, uncle."

Uncle: "Oh, so for your girlfriend then, is it? She must be quite beautiful, if you are already buying panties for her, and that too before marriage."

Me: "You know I don’t have a girlfriend, uncle."

Uncle was puzzled for a moment until he put two and two together and realized that the only other woman I could be buying panties for was bhabhi. His facial expression suddenly changed as if he had a thousand questions on his mind.

Uncle: "Sonu, if these are for your bhabhi. Then why didn’t she come herself or your brother? Why are you of all people here buying panties for your bhabhi?"

I told uncle about the accident, how bhabhi lost the use of her arms and that bhaiya was on an overseas work assignment. I told him I had to take care of bhabhi until I could find an affordable caretaker.

Then uncle looked at the panties in my hands and said, “Sonu, you picked the wrong size. Medium won’t fit your bhabhi. Sheetal beti will need large-size panties and why have you picked plain synthetic ones? Here, take these cotton floral print ones, she will like the design and cotton is more comfortable”.

I couldn’t believe uncle actually implied that medium would be too small for bhabhi’s big butt. Then I paid for the panties and was about to leave.

Uncle: "Sonu, you forgot to buy a bra for Sheetal beti. If you don’t know the size, I can come later today and take measurements. I will bring samples of different sizes with me."

I thanked my uncle for his kindness, but told him it was not necessary and before he could say anything else, I rushed out of his shop.

Upon returning home, I changed bhabhi’s panties and wore my briefs that I just removed from her. Then I dressed her in shorts and a t-shirt and took her to her parent’s place to see her daughter, where she would spend the day until I picked her up in the evening. I ran a few errands and even bought a breast pump to replace the one I accidentally broke.

When I came to pick up bhabhi, she was dressed in a modest saffron-colored ghagra, looking like the Marwari Rajput angel that she was. Her parents had arranged a pooja to ward off evil eyes from their daughter. What they didn’t know was that the real threat was not from any supernatural evil eye, but from those close and dear to her. Who had become emboldened by her tragic situation to act out the perverted thoughts they always had for her.

Having spent the day with her daughter and parents had truly cheered up bhabhi and she was smiling once again. During the pooja, bhabhi looked so pure and divine as she sat there in her austere saffron ghagra. But even then, I was overcome with dirty thoughts. All I wanted to do was to take this divine angel home and undress her.

Upon returning home, I told Bhabhi I would change her into comfortable clothes. From her bag of packed clothes that we got from her parent’s house, I took out a white loose shorts and an oversized light purple t-shirt, along with fresh panties and bra. Then I removed her saffron ghagra and underwear and she stood there completely nude, except for her mangal sutra (wife’s auspicious marital thread signifying her devotion and loyalty to her husband).

While standing there nude, bhabhi shed a few tears and said, “Sonu, thank you for taking me to see my daughter and parents, and thank you for taking care of me. I don’t know what I would do without you.” I also got emotional hearing her words and couldn’t resist hugging her nude body, crushing her soft large tits in my embrace. Then I replied, “I just want to see you happy bhabhi”.

Then I picked up Bhabhi’s bra to put on her and just then my phone rang. It was my friend Bunty.

Bunty: "Sonu, Akash and I are at your door. We wanted to pay our respects to Bhabhi and see how she is doing. We also brought some video games and pizza with us."

Bunty Deshpande and Akash Jain were my childhood friends and went to the same college. Bunty was Marathi and had a dusky complexion and a short and stout heavyset build. In contrast, Akash was Gujarati, almost as fair as bhabhi, and had a tall lanky build with a pencil mustache and large glasses. Bunty was outgoing and talkative while Akash was shy and quiet. Bhaiya and bhabhi often jokingly teased that I had geeky Laurel and Hardy as friends.

Me: "Bunty, just wait a bit. I am coming."

Bunty: "Yaar, the door is unlocked. We are already inside. But where are you and Bhabhi?"

I panicked and ended the call.

Bhabhi whispered, “Sonu, hurry up and close the door before they come in.”

I whispered back, “They will hear my footsteps and the sound of the door closing, bhabhi.”

Then I dropped bhabhi’s bra and decided there was no time to put on her underwear. Instead, I grabbed her shorts and t-shirt and put those on her as fast as I could.

I bent down to pick up Bhabhi’s underwear when I heard Akash and Bunty’s voices together, “Namaste Sheetal Bhabhi”.

Then I turned around and they were standing at the door. Their expression changed from confusion to shock. Only then I realized they were looking at bhabhi’s bra and panty still in my hands and then looking at her braless milk bags with large round cherry nipples poking through the light purple shirt.

Bhabhi had always been in proper attire around them. But today, for the first time bhabhi stood in front of them without any bra and their eyes were glued to her large pendulums in disbelief. Bhabhi stood frozen in embarrassment. Bunty walked towards bhabhi and Akash followed him. They both bent down to touch Bhabhi’s feet like they had always done as a show of respect.

Bhabhi: "May you two always be blessed. May God fulfill all that you desire."

Me: "Guys, let’s go to the living room. Bhabhi is tired and needs to rest."

Bunty: "Eat a little before resting, bhabhi. We brought some pizza."

Bhabhi: "Bunty, I’ll eat later. You guys go ahead."

Akash: "Bhabhi, please just eat a bit with us then rest. We will feel bad eating without you."

Bunty then held bhabhi’s limp hand and walked her to the living room sofa. Akash and I followed behind. I made sure to sit next to bhabhi as I had to feed her. Then I took a pizza slice and fed bhabhi. She was hungry and finished it in no time. As I took another slice to feed bhabhi, Bunty said, “Sonu, you eat that one. Let me feed bhabhi too.”

Me: "It’s ok, Bunty. I am used to feeding bhabhi now."

Bunty: "Sonu, she is our bhabhi too. If we can’t serve her now in her time of need, then we will feel useless."

Then he got up and sat next to bhabhi. He put his arms around bhabhi’s waist, lifted her limp hand, and put it around his shoulder so he could scoot in and sit snuggly by her side. He was sitting so close to bhabhi that his chest and tummy were pressing and rubbing against her braless boobs, causing her nipples to involuntarily harden and stand erect. Her stiff swollen nipples could clearly be seen poking aggressively into the thin fabric of her shirt.

Bunty then brought his half-eaten pizza near bhabhi’s mouth. Bhabhi looked at his saliva-contaminated partially eaten pizza in disgust and kept her mouth closed. She couldn’t believe he actually wanted to feed her the pizza that had just been in his mouth.

Bunty: "What happened, bhabhi? You don’t like being fed by me?"

Bhabhi wanted to tell him she wanted a new slice, not the one that he was already eating. But he was trying to help her, and she didn’t want to appear rude or ungrateful, so she reluctantly opened her mouth and took a bite.

Bunty smiled seeing her eat. He took another bite of the same slice and then fed her again. They took turns taking bites out of the same slice until it was finished. Anyone would have mistaken them for an odd-looking but loving couple, the way they sat there so close with arms around each other sharing the same pizza slice.

Akash got up, put some ketchup on the pizza he was eating, and said, “It’s my turn to feed bhabhi now.”

Bhabhi was still hungry, and she had already shared a pizza with Bunty. So she couldn’t refuse Akash. Bhabhi took a bite and as Akash pulled the pizza back, a string of gooey cheese fell and landed on bhabhi’s chin.

Bunty took the cheese hanging on bhabhi’s chin in his finger and brought it up near bhabhi’s lips. Bhabhi opened her mouth but as Bunty was going to gently place it on her lips, Akash walked past Bunty, accidentally hitting his elbow, causing Bunty’s fat finger to go all the way in Bhabhi’s mouth, up to his knuckles. This caught bhabhi by surprise and her gag reflex caused her mouth to involuntarily close tightly around Bunty’s stubby finger.

The sensation of bhabhi’s warm moist mouth and tongue, sealed tightly around his finger was not a feeling Bunty was prepared for, and instinctively whispered “Aaah, bhabhi” in shock and bliss.

A few seconds later, bhabhi opened her mouth and Bunty removed his finger. Bhabhi was still recovering from the gag, coughing and drooling badly. Some of the drool landed on her shirt.

Bunty took a tissue and started wiping the drool from bhabhi’s shirt. Her large braless tits jiggled under the oversized shirt like two big milk-filled balloons as he applied pressure and wiped away the drool. Bhabhi would have stopped him, but she was still coughing and was too disoriented to speak.

Bhabhi finally recovered from her coughing and noticed everyone had gone silent. She looked at Bunty and saw he was looking at her shirt. She looked down and was horrified to see that he was looking at the wet spots on her nipples. Her tits had started leaking milk again. To escape the embarrassment, she immediately got up and ran to her room. Bunty and Akash could only stare at her heavy tits and big round ass bouncing obscenely as she ran back to her room.

Me: "It’s getting late. You guys should go now. Bhabhi needs to rest as well."

Bunty: "Sonu, we’ve brought video games. Can we play a bit? Then, we’ll go."

Me: "It’s not a good time right now, Bunty."

Akash: "Just one game Sonu and then we will leave."

We went to my room where Akash sat on my desk chair and Bunty lay down on the bed with his hands behind his head, clearly troubled by what he had seen and felt. The erection under his shorts was obvious. His troubled mind was unable to stop the recurring flashback of bhabhi’s braless tits wobbling under her shirt, her nipples poking through it and leaking milk, his finger wrapped in her warm moist mouth and her plump ass bouncing as she ran away.

He started tossing and turning on my bed. I kind of understood his frustration and moral dilemma. Just like me, he respected bhaiya and bhabhi as his elders. But the state he had seen bhabhi in today had left him wanting to see and feel more. I understood and even felt sorry for his pent-up frustration.

However, I knew it would not be long before the pain from her engorged breasts filling up with milk would be intolerable and bhabhi would need my help, so I had to get these guys to leave as quickly as possible.

Me: "Akash c’mon, let’s start the game."

Akash too was sitting silently, his mind clearly somewhere else. He heard me but he didn’t answer. Instead, his eyes were drawn to something in the waste bin at the side of my desk. He got up, walked over to the waste bin, and picked up bhabhi’s broken pump.

Akash: "Sonu, what is this?"

Me: "It’s nothing. Do you want to play the game or not?"

Bunty got up and walked over to look at what Akash was holding.

Bunty: "Sonu, is this bhabhi’s pump?"

He took my silence as confirmation.

Bunty: "I’m guessing it’s in your waste bin because it’s broken, but then how is bhabhi…"

His question was interrupted by the sound of bhabhi calling my name from her room.

Me: "Sorry guys, but bhabhi is calling me. We’ll play this game some other time."

Akash: "Let’s go, Bunty."

However, Bunty was not prepared to leave. Holding the broken pump in his hand, Bunty said, “But how will you help bhabhi when this is broken, Sonu?” I suspected he already knew the answer but wanted me to spell it out and I was getting annoyed.

Me: "Enough Bunty. Please just leave now."

Bunty: "Jeez Sonu, fine!, We’ll leave. But you don’t have to be so rude. It was just a question."

Me: "I’m not being rude. I already asked you to leave politely. But instead, you’re meddling in things that don’t concern you and asking inappropriate questions. For god’s sake, she is your bhabhi. Show some respect!"

Bunty angrily walked to the bed and bent down. He picked something from under the bed and stood back up. He turned around and raised his arm with bhabhi’s panty and bra that I had masturbated with earlier.

Bunty: "You were lecturing me about respecting, Sonu? Is this how you show respect? By masturbating with bhabhi’s underwear?"

My face turned red with embarrassment, and I stood there frozen. I had completely forgotten that I had left bhabhi’s undies under my bed after masturbating with them.

Me: "You are misunderstanding, Bunty. It’s not what it looks like."

Bunty: "Then why are bhabhi’s undies under your bed? Why are her panties torn in the middle and what are these stains on them? You know what, I’ll just go ask bhabhi."

He started walking towards the door with bhabhi’s undies in his hand.

Me: "Bunty, stop. What is it that you want?"

Bunty: "Nothing, Sonu. We are your friends, and she is our bhabhi too. If we can also be of some help in her time of need, what’s so wrong with that?"

Me: "Bunty, stop beating around the bush. Clearly say what you want and then leave."

Bunty: "Ok, I’ll be clear. Why don’t you go out for an hour, and we can help bhabhi while you’re gone? Either that or I can go show her what you did with her undies."

Me: "Have you gone mad, Bunty? I am not leaving bhabhi alone in the house with you two."

Bunty: "Fine, you don’t have to leave. We’ll just tell her you left for something urgent."

Me: "Akash, please, can you talk some sense into Bunty? He has clearly lost his mind."

Akash: "Bunty, let it be yaar. Why are you doing all this? Let’s just leave now."

Bunty: "No one is stopping you, Akash. You can go home if you don’t want to help bhabhi."

I looked at Akash hoping he would convince Bunty or at least go home. But he just stood there in silence. The silence was only broken with the sound of bhabhi calling my name again.

Bunty put bhabhi’s undies in his short’s pocket, looked at Akash, and said, “I am going to help bhabhi. Akash, you can come help or go home, what have you decided?”

Akash thought about what to do in silence. He could do the right thing and go home or join his friend in taking advantage of bhabhi’s condition.

Akash placed his hand on my shoulder and said, “Don’t worry, Sonu. I am going with Bunty but only to make sure Bunty doesn’t do anything stupid or cross any line”.

The way he reassured me gave me hope that everything would be ok. He made a good point. Have him be there and keep Bunty in check.

Bunty: "Give me your phone, Sonu."

Me: "Why do you need my phone?"

Bunty: "You don’t get to ask questions after what you did with bhabhi’s undies and then having the nerve to lecture me about respect."

Unwillingly, I gave him my phone. Bunty kept the phone in his other pocket and started walking to bhabhi’s room and Akash followed him. They walked into her room but didn’t close the door all the way. I went close to the edge of the door to see what was happening.

Bhabhi was walking back and forth, her face pale with agony and discomfort due to her heavy engorged tits. When they entered the room, she stopped pacing and looked at them, puzzled and annoyed to see them in her room.

Bhabhi: "What are you guys doing here? Where is Sonu?"

No response came from either of them. To her horror, bhabhi realized their silence was because they were stunned and staring at her shirt, the bottom half of which was completely wet and hard nipples stabbing her shirt and oozing milk through the shirt. She quickly turned around to hide her massive oozing braless tits from their view.

With her back now facing them, bhabhi spoke with a troubled voice, “I asked you guys what you are doing here and where is Sonu? I’ve been calling for him.”

Bunty: "Bhabhi, Sonu got an urgent call from his classmate about some project and had to leave. We came to see if there is anything we can help you with until he returns."

Bhabhi: "When did he say he will return?"

Bunty: "He said it could take one hour or more."

That was not the answer bhabhi was hoping to hear. There was no way she could wait that long. Her engorged tits were so full of milk they were ready to explode.

Bhabhi: "Bunty, please ring Sonu’s cell and ask him to come back immediately."

Bunty took my phone out of his pocket to show bhabhi.

Bunty: "Bhabhi, Sonu was in such a rush that he forgot to take his phone with him. But don’t worry, bhabhi. Before leaving, he asked us to stay and look after you until he returns."

I wanted to barge in and punch Bunty for blatantly lying and scheming, but I was powerless. I couldn’t risk him telling bhabhi about what I did with her undies. Bhabhi, still with her back facing them, started sobbing.

Bunty walked toward bhabhi, placed his hand on her shoulder, and said, “What happened, bhabhi? Why are you crying? Are you in a lot of pain?”

Bhabhi just nodded.

Then Bunty went around to face bhabhi. With a height of 4 feet 11 inches, he looked like a dwarf standing next to bhabhi who was 5 feet 9 inches tall. He had to raise his head to look up at her. He wiped her tears with his hands and placed his fat stubby palms on her cheeks.

Bunty: "Bhabhi, I know we are not as close to you as Sonu is, but don’t we come to every raksha bandhan to get rakhi tied by you? That sacred thread you tied on us made us duty-bound to protect you from any harm or pain at all costs. Was all that just for show?"

Bhabhi: "No Bunty, it’s not that. You two are no less than Sonu to me."

Bunty: "Then tell me without hesitating bhabhi, where is it hurting so badly that you are crying? I promise on the rakhi you tied to make the pain go away."

With his left hand still on bhabhi’s cheek wiping her tears, Bunty brought his right hand down and gently placed his palm on the side of bhabhi’s heavy breast, over her milk-soaked shirt. Bhabhi’s body shivered and she exclaimed, “Bunty!” in disbelief at what he had just done.

Bunty lightly pressed the side of bhabhi’s heavy engorged tit flesh over her wet shirt and said, “Is this where it is hurting, bhabhi?”

By then, bhabhi’s boobs were so full of milk and hypersensitive, they were ready to explode. Bhabhi’s body shuddered at his touch as she instinctively stepped back, releasing his hands from the sides of her melons.

She had not expected him to do that and was clearly flustered by his unexpected brash move. But was also clearly getting aroused involuntarily. Her nipples were now visibly hardened trying to poke through her shirt.

Bhabi: "Bunty, what are you doing?! What has gotten into you?!!"

Bunty didn’t reply, but bhabhi got her answer as she noticed the obvious erection pitching a tent under his shorts. She followed his gaze to her hardened nipples poking and oozing milk through her already wet shirt which were so soaked that droplets of her milk were dripping down drop by drop. When he finally spoke, all he managed to say was, “WOW bhabhi, they are so BIG!”

Bhabhi’s face reddened with embarrassment as she quickly turned around and said, “You know what? I am grateful that you guys offered to stay and help while Sonu is away, but I’ll be fine. You both can go home now.”

Bunty: "How can you say you are fine, bhabhi? Look at your feet. Your boobs are so full that your milk is leaking and dripping down on your feet."

Bhabhi already knew she was leaking profusely. She desperately wanted to be touched and milked. But she also knew that if she allowed them to stay, there was no telling how far things would go and if she would have the self-control to stop it. In her vulnerable state, she was involuntarily getting aroused with all this attention. She knew she had to ask them to go while she had any self-control left.

Bhabhi: "Bunty, please! Try to understand and just listen to me. I will manage."

Knowing he might never get this opportunity again when Bhaiya returned, he walked up to bhabhi and hugged her tight from behind, clutching her in his arms as his lips lightly touched the back of her neck while he said, “No, Bhabhi. Bhaiya would be so upset if we left you when you needed our help most. We won’t leave you like this.” Bhabhi gasped and bit her lips as he held her tightly and she felt his erection grind against her big plump butt.

Bunty continued, “Tell me bhabhi, won’t you feel relief if we drain your big boobs?” as he continued grinding his erection against her butt and grabbed the sides of her boobs from over her shirt from behind, squeezing it, causing streams of milk to spray down to her feet.

With her tits in his grasp and his erection grinding her butt, bhabhi no longer had the self-control to resist and said, “I give up, Bunty. I don’t know what to do anymore.” Then he planted a soft kiss on the back of her neck and said, “Be at ease now and leave it to us, bhabhi, but let me wipe the milk off your feet first.”

Bunty looked around the room for a cloth until he saw bhabhi’s panties on the floor corner where I had left them. I wasn’t able to put them on bhabhi as they had come too suddenly. He picked them up and proceeded to clean bhabhi’s feet with her own panties.

He then stood up and, holding the panties in front of bhabhi’s face, asked, “Bhabhi, these were in the corner. Are you not wearing any panties?” Bhabhi was caught off-guard by his question as her face blushed, and she started nervously stuttering, trying to answer him.

Bunty: "It’s ok bhabhi, no need to feel embarrassed. I’ll help put this on you."

This was his excuse to pull down her shorts and see her naked pussy. Surely, I thought she would not allow him to pull down her shorts. But she was so aroused with his attention and touching that she just stood there silently, almost eagerly waiting for him to pull down her shorts.

Until now, I had hoped that bhabhi would have resisted and sent them home, but things took a different course. Despite his threats to expose me, I did not doubt that if I didn’t intervene now, he would end up fucking bhabhi.

I barged into the room and said, “That won’t be necessary Bunty, I am back now.” Everyone looked in my direction in surprise. Bunty and Akash’s faces shriveled with anger and frustration, seeing me ruin their plans.

Bhabhi: "Sonu, how could you just leave without telling me?!"

Bunty: "Bhabhi, you should not be relying on him to help you. You don’t know what impure thoughts he has about you."

Bhabhi: "What is all this, Bunty? Stop talking rubbish."

Bunty pulled out bhabhi’s dirty panties, which I had masturbated with, from his shorts pocket held them stretched in front of bhabhi, and said, “These are your panties, right bhabhi?” Bhabhi replied in the affirmative but looked confused at where this was headed.

Bunty: "Do you know where I found this, bhabhi? Under Sonu’s bed. And look what he did with it bhabhi. (pointing to the cum stains)"

With shock and confusion on her face, bhabhi looked in my direction.

Me: "It’s not like that bhabhi, I can explain."

Bunty: "What will he explain, bhabhi? I caught him red-handed."

Bhabhi: "Enough, Bunty. You two have to leave now, please. I am not in any condition to talk about this right now. Whatever the truth is, it will have to wait."

Bunty: "Fine bhabhi, but if what I’m telling you is the truth, you have to let us help you just like Sonu gets to. Do you promise?"

Bhabhi: "Ok baba, fine! I promise."

Disappointed and disgruntled, they both walked out of the room, giving me an evil eye as they walked past me. I made sure to lock the main door after they left the house before returning to Bhabhi’s room. Then we stood there awkwardly, unable to make eye contact after all that Bunty had revealed to bhabhi.

Me: "Bhabhi, please, allow me to explain."

Bhabhi: "Not now Sonu. We have to talk about this but as I said, I am not in any condition to talk right now."

I walked up to bhabhi, tenderly kissed her sweaty forehead, and led her to the bed, where she sat with her back against the headboard. Then I grasped the bottom edges of her wet shirt that was stretched to the limit by the weight and size of her colossal boobs, lifted them, and removed her shirt, leaving her with nothing on except her tiny loose panty-less white shorts and mangal sutra.

I laid down on bhabhi’s side and scooted down to take her large, dark, leaking nipple in my mouth and was instantly rewarded with warm, sweet milk. Bhabhi let out a loud, “Aah!” as she felt pressure relief in her left breast, encouraging me to continue emptying her milk jugs with vigor. The moment was suddenly interrupted when my phone rang, startling us both. Unwillingly, I let her nipple slip out of my mouth to retrieve my phone from my shorts pocket. It was bhaiya.

Then I put the phone on speaker, placed it next to bhabhi, and returned to take her nipple back in my mouth and continue feasting while she spoke to Bhaiya.

Bhaiya: "Sheetal, where is Sonu? He left his phone with you."

Bhabhi was silent for a second thinking of what to say. She could not tell him that his younger brother was right there with his mouth latched on to his wife’s nipple, feasting on her milk. Until today, bhabhi had never kept any secrets or lied to bhaiya.

Bhabhi: "Actually, his friends have come over. He was in the middle of playing a video game with them, so he gave me the phone and rushed back to them."

While they spoke and caught up, I continued sucking. I was aware that Bhabhi’s other breast must still be hurting, so I moved my hand to her other breast, grasping her neglected nipple firmly between my thumb and index finger, pulling down on it to expel milk, causing Bhabhi to squeal loudly.

Bhaiya: "What happened Sheetal? Are you ok?"

Bhabhi: "It was just a cramp, I am ok."

Bhaiya: "Sheetal, I have some good news. Things are going well here, and I just got a raise."

Bhabhi’s face lit up with a smile. She congratulated bhaiya and told him he deserved it. After all, she knew the struggles he had to go through and this was the first good news since that unfortunate day.

Bhaiya: "Now I can afford a live-in caretaker for you. In fact, I have already arranged for someone to come over tomorrow morning."

Bhabhi: "That is good news, but I didn’t expect you would find someone so quickly."

Bhaiya: "And that’s still not the best news Sheetal. Do you know what this coming Saturday is?"

Bhabhi: "Of course, it’s our wedding anniversary. How could I forget?"

Bhaiya: "And neither did I Sheetal. I’ll be coming over this weekend to celebrate our wedding anniversary."

Bhabhi was jubilated and couldn’t stop smiling. There was finally something for her to look forward to in these dark times.

Bhabhi: "You couldn’t have given me better news. God only knows how I have managed without you."

Bhaiya: "I can’t wait to see you again, Sheetal. I have missed you so much. Can I ask you something, Sheetal?"

Bhabhi: "Yes, of course. What is it?"

Bhaiya: "Have you missed me too?"

Bhabhi: "You know I have. Every day without you has been a challenge."

Bhaiya: "Sheetal, I meant did you also miss our intimacy? God only knows how much I have missed seeing and touching you."

Bhabhi and I were both stunned to hear bhaiya talk like this. He thought bhabhi was alone and could talk freely. Bhabhi’s face, however, was red with embarrassment, and she didn’t want to have this conversation while I was still there.

Bhabhi: "Let’s not talk about those things right now."

Bhaiya, however, was clearly in an aroused mood and said, “I wish I was there right now, to undress you and see you naked. I’m dying to see and play with those big juicy melons of yours. They must be aching to be fondled.” If he only knew his little brother was right there, with his mouth latched on to his wife’s nipple while his hands were groping her other breast.

After earlier having felt Bunty’s erection grind against her butt and with me sucking and playing with her melons now, Bhaiya’s dirty talk was affecting bhabhi. She started breathing heavily and pulled her legs towards her such that her knees were elevated. As she did that, her shorts also pulled up, exposing some of her curly pubes, which were moist with her wetness.

I was not going to let this moment go to waste. My hands instinctively reached out to grope and knead her massive hangers, followed by my lips planting soft kisses all over her breasts, being careful not to make any sounds.

Bhaiya: "Sheetal, I am so hard right now. Is your chut (pussy) also wet?"

Bhabhi didn’t answer but we both knew her pussy was soaking wet. My kisses trailed down to bhabhi’s navel, and my hand moved to the upper part of bhabhi’s milky white thunder thighs, inching its way up until I could feel her curly pubes brush against my fingers. Bhabhi gasped at the sensation, which only encouraged me further.

Having lost any sense of decorum and sanity, I grabbed bhabhi’s pussy with my palms from over her shorts. Bhabhi shrieked and tried to pull her hips back. But I maintained my grasp on her pussy, refusing to release it from my clutches.

Bhaiya: "What happened, Sheetal? Are you ok?"

Bhabhi: "Sorry I have to go now. It’s not a good time."

Dismayed, Bhaiya said, “Ok Sheetal, I’ll wait till Saturday. God only knows how you must have suffered and longed for intimacy just like I have. I am sorry I wasn’t there to take care of your needs.” as he said bye and hung up. I, however, was still in an aroused trance and took her other nipple in my mouth while still holding her pussy in my grasp.

Bhabhi half-heartedly mumbled, “Sonu no, don’t Sonu, let go, please!”

I released her pussy from my grasp and let her nipple slip out of my mouth as I looked up to her and said, “Please bhabhi, Let me help you. Bhaiya spoke the truth only. You have gone far too long without having your needs met and you can’t even use your own hands to satisfy yourself anymore. I can’t bear to see you suffering like this.”

Bhabhi: "That’s none of your concern, Sonu. Have you lost your mind to even suggest something like this?"

Me: "Look at yourself, bhabhi. Your pussy is dripping wet and itching to be touched and loved. Had I not intervened in time, you may not have been able to resist Bunty in this condition. Isn’t it better for this to stay in the family?"

Bhabi: "But you’re his little brother Sonu. How will we be able to face him without shame when he returns this weekend?"

Me: "There is no shame in satisfying your intimate needs bhabhi. I will only be helping you because you can’t satisfy yourself anymore. Just this once, allow me to care for your intimate needs like I have taken care of all your other needs thus far."

Bhabhi was lost in thoughts and dilemma as she hung her head down in silence. After she failed to say anything for what felt like forever, I figured she had made up her mind not to go through with it. Feeling dejected, I got up to leave her room.

As I made my way past the door, bhabhi said, “Sonu wait! Promise me this won’t go any further than you helping pleasure and release me. And there is one line that we absolutely can’t cross.

I understood bhabhi meant there can’t be any penetration. My face lit up with a smile and I eagerly replied. “I promise bhabhi. I only want to help pleasure and release you. Things will only go as far as you’re comfortable with”.

Bhabhi blushed as her eyes drooped to notice the obvious raging erection under my shorts now as I started walking towards the bed with my erection bouncing up and down.

I got up on the bed and extended my hands behind Bhabhi’s neck to take off her mangal sutra, but Bhabhi stopped me, saying, “Sonu no. you know this always stays on me.” She was right. I remember even while showering her, she had not let me take it off of her.

I spread Bhabhi’s legs so I could kneel between them as I lowered myself down on my elbows, laying on top of her, looking down at my motherly Bhabhi’s sweet, homely face.

Then I planted soft kisses all over her face – kissing her forehead, her cheeks, and her chin. Bhabhi started moaning with her eyes closed when I shifted to teasing her ears with my tongue, gently taking her earlobes in my mouth.

Slowly I made my way to her lips, kissing them softly and hoping she would part them, but they remained shut. Bhabhi opened her eyes, looking at me as if something was still troubling her, and said, “Sonu?”.

Me: "What is it Bhabhi?"

Bhabhi: "Promise me you won’t tell a soul about this? Not your bhaiya and not even your close friends?"

Me: "Yes, of course; why would I bhabhi? Rest assured; this will always be our little secret."

Bhabhi: "And under no circumstances can this ever happen again. We can’t let this change our relationship and destroy our family. I hope you understand that."

Me: "Don’t worry bhabhi. I completely understand."

Now that all her last remaining concerns were put to rest, the tension on Bhabhi’s face eased, and she parted her lips. I lowered my face to hers, locking and sealing our mouths in a deep French kiss, our tongues meeting and wrestling with each other for the very first time as I lowered my pelvis on hers and started grinding my erection against her pussy over her shorts.

After a few minutes of passionately kissing each other, I broke our kiss and raised Bhabhi’s arms before burying my face in her armpits, licking and sucking on her underarm flesh. Bhabhi giggled as she said, “Sonu no, it tickles,” but her giggles soon turned into moans as I continued grinding my erection against her shorts-covered pussy. All this foreplay was getting too much for Bhabhi. To my surprise, she suddenly said, “Sonu, I can’t wait any longer!”

She didn’t have to spell it out for me. I knew what she wanted. Then I lowered myself and pulled down her shorts exposing her hungry wet furry pussy. I lay down between her legs and started kissing her milky white inner thighs before resting my hands on her fuming hot pussy, rubbing it up and down in a circular motion, occasionally squeezing her pussy in my palms, causing Bhabhi to moan and shiver in delight.

Just as I felt Bhabhi was about to cum, I stopped suddenly, not wanting this night to end so quickly. Gasping for air, bhabhi exclaimed, “Don’t stop now Sonu! Keep going. I am almost there!” I granted her wish, surprising her by slowly inserting my index finger deep into her hot pussy, moving it in and out but at a slow pace as I didn’t want her to cum yet.

Bhabhi yelled, “Ahh, Yes, Sonu, that feels so good. Faster, Sonu!”. I was determined not to make her cum so fast so instead, I inserted a second finger. Bhabhi yelped, “Oh god, yes, that’s it Sonu, fuck me with your fingers.” I lowered my face to lick and suck her clit as I continued drilling her with my fingers. Bhabhi responded by raising her hips, grinding her pussy on my face.

I increased my pace and just as she was about to cum, I removed my fingers and buried my face in her pussy, vigorously licking and sucking her pussy while I moved my hands up and held both her swollen nipples between my thumb and finger, tugging on them until bhabhi exploded violently, squirting all over my face.

In a twisted way, I felt proud to have been the first one to finally help Bhabhi relieve her pent-up frustrations when she was no longer able to do it herself. As she savored the moment, breathing heavily with her mouth open and eyes closed, I surprised her once again by moving up and lowering my mouth to hers as I kissed her passionately, making her taste her own juices. Although caught off-guard with my move, bhabhi did not resist and kissed me back. Our mouths locked once again, sucking on each other’s tongue.

As we kissed, I got carried away and moved one hand down to lower my shorts, freeing my rock-hard cock as I rubbed it all over her pussy. Bhabhi opened her eyes as she felt my bare cock rub against her pussy, and we made eye contact with our mouths still locked. But thankfully she didn’t stop me or break the kiss. This only encouraged me to test her resolve further, as I nudged the tip of my cock in her vaginal opening.

With just one thrust, I could have entered Bhabhi’s love canal. But I promised her I would respect her limits and wouldn’t do anything against her wishes. Unfortunately, bhabhi broke our kiss and shook her head, saying, “Sorry, Sonu. Not that”.

Respecting her wishes, I pulled the tip of my cock out and got back up on my knees with my penis still standing erect. Bhabhi must have felt sorry for my condition as I had helped her cum but, in return, was left with a still erect penis and aching testicles begging to be relieved. Although under no obligation to return the favor as I had promised this was only for her benefit, she said, “As you helped me, Sonu, and also agreed this won’t happen ever again, I’ll help you as well, just this once.”

I looked at her quizzically, unsure how she meant to help. Sensing my confusion, bhabhi said, “If I could help you with my hands, I would but there is only one thing I can do for you now.”

My eyes widened at the implication. Not wanting to give her any time to change her mind, I hurriedly removed my shorts and moved up, squatting down over Bhabhi’s head until my cock was inches above her face. Bhabhi raised her head slightly until her lips touched the base of my cock, planting soft kisses and gently sucking all over the underside of my cock.

“Oh god, that feels so good, bhabhi,” I whispered, as she continued showering, affecting my cock. After a bit, I scooted up slightly until my balls were resting on her lips. I looked down to make eye contact with her and said, “Bhabhi, please.”

Bhabhi understood what I wanted but hesitated for a while before parting her lips as my balls dropped in her mouth. Then Bhabhi closed her mouth around my balls and started sucking and licking them, making me groan in ecstasy. I held my cock with one hand and started stroking myself while the other hand reached behind to grab her boob. I stroked my cock vigorously while kneading her boobs as Bhabhi continued to play with my balls using her mouth.

Just as I was about to cum, I stopped stroking myself and lifted myself, releasing my balls from Bhabhi’s mouth. I held my cock and directed the tip at Bhabhi’s mouth. Bhabhi looked at me and thankfully opened her mouth as I lowered my cock into her moist warm mouth. I then held on to the headboard rails and started fucking Bhabhi’s mouth forcefully, pounding her face hard as if it were her pussy until I came in spasms into her mouth.

As I emptied my load in Bhabhi’s mouth, she was taken by surprise, not expecting me to cum in her mouth, and started choking, causing her to swallow my cum involuntarily. Horrified, I immediately pulled out as she sat up against the headboard and gasped for air, trying to regain her composure.

Bhabhi: "What is wrong with you Sonu? You shouldn’t have done that!"

Me: "I’m so sorry bhabhi. I didn’t mean to. It happened so quickly I didn’t have time to pull out. Are you ok bhabhi?"

While still breathing heavily and clearly flustered, bhabhi replied, “I’m ok. I just didn’t expect you to do that. This has never happened before and shouldn’t have happened now.”

I couldn’t believe it. Did Bhabhi unknowingly just imply that I, her husband’s little brother, was the first one to not only have cum in her mouth but the first one whose cum she had ever swallowed?

Cautiously, I dared to ask, “Bhaiya has never done this bhabhi?”

Bhabhi blushed with embarrassment, realizing she had unknowingly revealed too much personal information. Deciding not to dignify my crude question with an answer, she changed the subject.

Bhabhi: "Sonu, what Bunty said earlier, about what you did with my panties? Is it true?"